I wandered my way back to the sight of the 'raccooning' and much to my amazement it had vanished! It was somewhat bittersweet. I was pleased that I didn't have to be rushed to the nearest clinic for emergency rabies vaccinations due to a facial rearrangement by a crazed raccoon. Though part of me thought it would have been fun to poke it with a stick. At least all signs lead to a living breathing raccoon, unless it was just some huge freaky barn cat.